Tripping - Ryan Cali

You trippin

You trippin

You trippin

Yaw

Yaw

Cali in this bitch, you should know boy (you should know boy)

If you be on that hating, you should go boy (you should go boy)

20 grams smoking, that’s a dope boy (that's a dope boy)

World going stupid, where the hope boy (where the hope boy)

20 records out, where the lyrics homie yah

Where the Locksmiths, where the Kendricks homie where they at

No love for the craft, you just business homie yeah

You a dum kid, far from the realest homie

I spit the illest only but I still let em brag

Th only reason he bragging

Is only cause h fucking mad

All his music, feed it to the crab

You a waste of my time, dum boy, enough sad

Get bread (get bread), that’s the only thing on your mind

For once let me trip, ya been tripping all the time

Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy yam shimmy yay (yay)

Gimme the mic, I got something to say (come on)

You tripping

Acting like a G

I don’t play that

I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)

You tripping

Hit by the snare

Fell from the chair

Middle finger in the air

You tripping

Acting like a boss

Saying you real

Yeah we know them fingers crossed

You tripping

Running with the gang

Telling everybody how to fucking be a man

You tripping

Hundred fucking hits on my laptop (on my laptop)

I don’t need your shit, no pep talk (no Pep talk)

I be walking like I’m on the catwalk (on the catwalk)

Say it to your face, fuck that back talk (fuck that back talk)

Always coming through with that old school (old school)

I be in the stu cooking soul food (soul food)

What you gone say, what you gone do (what you gone do)

I‘m a not stop, thought I told you (thought I told you)

Looking in my mirrors, check my blindspot (yeah)

Only pull through when the time’s hot (oh yeah)

I be doing work like nonstop (nonstop)

You still selling stuff at the pawn shop (yah)

Sucker gotta get another purpose

Clowns all around, trapped in a fucking circus

Live for this shit, motherfucker I deserve this

You kill for this shit like thirsty bloody murders

You tripping

Acting like a G

I don’t play that

I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)

You tripping

Hit by the snare

Fell from the chair

Middle finger in the air

You tripping

Acting like a boss

Saying you real

Yeah we know them fingers crossed

You tripping

Running with the gang

Telling everybody how to fucking be a man

You tripping

Look in the eye of the barrel

I been working out here, sucker give me my medal (yeah)

The throne with respect, nothing less I’ll settle

On my Wiz Khalifa, I be on my level, ya

Smell the aroma when we kick it on the corner

Bumping, playing Daytona, fucking stuck in the moment

This is a warning for any corny getting it going

See you next morning, chase you till you cornered

Murder every opponent who think he own it

I’m the shit and you gone know it, take a listen how I flow it

Writing rhymes like a poet, ya

Slay beats like I’m Dave East

I’m going crazy on these suckers

Ya gone have to save me or just pay me

Either one of em is fine

I’m a spit that verse till the mike full of slim

Yach, King Push on them pussies

Standing by the edge, motherfucker come and push me

You tripping

Acting like a G

I don’t play that

I ain’t fucking with that B (nah)

You tripping

Hit by the snare

Fell from the chair

Middle finger in the air

You tripping

Acting like a boss

Saying you real

Yeah we know them fingers crossed

You tripping

Running with the gang

Telling everybody how to fucking be a man

You tripping